Page 117 of King Luna

I can picture it in my mind's eye—the velvety little egg packing a delightful punch. Just the thought of feeling it stronger up close, and in Noah's skilled hands, upticks my breathing rate.

“I like it already,” I whisper.

“Okay, good to know.”

I bite back my amusement as Noah clicks the toy off, my palm feeling oddly empty without any vibrations there.

“B or C next?”

I smile. “B.”

I’m tempted to hold my breath at the delicate shuffle of sheets between us as Noah sets toy A down, fetching my second choice.

Smooth silicone weighs down my palm, pressing my hand into my thigh.

“This is B,” Noah says.

My eyebrows furrow. I’m unable to stop myself from tracing the object in my palm with my other hand, feeling over unfamiliar ridges on the toy. “What’s going on with this one?”

“Don’t open your eyes.” Noah scoots closer to plant a gentle kiss on my cheek, guiding my hand over a protruding lump from the toy.

I quickly form an image of its familiar shape in my mind. “O-oh. It’s a rabbit.”

“I-I know you said your old ones weren’t big enough...”

I sigh. “Thanks to you, you big wolf.”

“U-um, either way...” Noah clears his throat, and I laugh at the mere sound of his flustered breath. “This one also moves, so...”

I freeze as Noah turns it on, the shaft flexing in my palm to make a thrusting action. My cheeks burn red hot.

After a long pause, Noah clears his throat. “Fuck. I’m too shy for the next one.”

I burst out laughing, opening my eyes to find Noah’s cheeks darkened. “You’retoo shy for it? Then how am I going to feel if it’s being used on me?”

Noah’s eyes widen as he erupts into giggles, scrambling to cover the last toy with the towel. “D-don’t— Don't look—”

I can’t help but gape at the toy in his hand anyway, my eyes bulging as Noah fumbles the thickest dildo I’ve ever seen in my life, accidentally flopping it against my thigh with a thickslap.

Noah gasps. “S-sorry—”

“Oh,my—”

Noah only burns darker. “I-I know. But you wanted bigger, so—”

I want to laugh, but my giggle comes out breathy and cuts short, especially as my eyes catch on the larger base—another familiar sight.

My smile stretches as I track Noah’s eyes. They flit across the bed sheets, avoiding me as the truth becomes clear. “I’ve never seen anything like this before. At least not available to humans.”

“Y-yeah, it’s— It’s a wolf thing they only have at the Alpha Summit. It— Um...” Noah’s thumb presses into the bottom of the bulging sack. The engorged base of the shaft expands twice its size, stealing my breath. “Vik warned me I could stop knotting as often when my body realizes you’re pregnant, and I thought you might miss it, so...”

My heart hammers, but my core flexes with need.

Noah’s breath speeds as he finally dares to look me in the eyes. A spike of anticipation floods our bond, followed by immense affection for each other.

“Let me treat you?” he asks.

“Noah, before that—”

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